Here's chapter three :)
I stared down at the little pink cross and my mind went into overdrive. I was pregnant. Dimitri and I were going to have a baby. Did I want a girl or a boy? It didn't matter. I was going to be a mother. Dimitri was going to be a father. We were going to be parents! Would they have my eyes or Dimitri's eyes? My hair or Dimitri's? Were they going to be tall?
I was on cloud nine.
A huge grin crept onto my face. I had to go and tell Dimitri.
I pulled in some shoes, grabbed my keys and a jacket and went to go and find my husband.
It was a short walk, and the September sun was shining. As I walked to the end of our street, I pulled out my phone and gave him a quick heads up.
Hey, I've got something to tell you. I'm on my way to your work, are you in your office? B xx
I didn't have to wait long for his response.
I'm here, what's wrong? D xx
Nothing's wrong, I just need to tell you something B xx
Ok then, I've told Abigail so just come straight up D xx
I checked the time before putting my phone away. 8:31
I smiled as I walked. In two days it was my birthday. Dimitri had booked two days off work and we were leaving on Thursday for a long weekend away. He wouldn't tell me where we were going, but I had fun imagining all different destinations as I made my way to The World Trade Centre. Dimitri worked on the 98th floor and, whilst the view was amazing, he wanted to work nearer his parents in South Dakota, which was fine with me - we would be nearer my parents too. This promotion offered him a job in rural South Dakota, and was perfect for raising a family. We had already had a look around and we were falling in love with it. Of course, we didn't want to get out hopes up - there were many people Mr Cassidy could offer the promotion to, but still...
I made it to The World Trade Centre at exactly 8:40. Abigail Miller greeted me at the front desk and we were talking for a few minutes before her phone rang, and I started to make my way up to Dimitri's office. I was half way up, on the 47th floor when there was a rumbling in the distance. I got out of the lift and looked out of the window. I had to push my way through the crowd that was gathering, but I got to the window, I wish I had stayed in the lift.
Getting closer and closer was an aeroplane. Why wasn't it turning? And I'm sure it was flying way too low. To me, it looked as if it was headed straight for- That's when people started screaming.
The plane was headed straight for us.
I started backing away from the window in horror. People bumped and barged into me, but I couldn't look away. It was only when I was nearly knocked to the floor when I realised that I had to get out of here. I turned and ran to the lift, but there were too many people blocking the doors, so I sprinted to the stairs. I ran as fast as I could, but it wasn't fast enough. I was approaching the 20th floor when the whole building shuddered.
It had hit.
I could hear screaming and the people on the stairs started to frantically push their ways as fast as they could. The only thing keeping me moving was the fact that I was carrying my baby inside of me. I couldn't run all the way up the stairs and find Dimitri as I would I have liked. I had to get me and my baby out. I needed to get out, and then find my husband.
Oh God, what if he didn't make it.
That thought stopped me in my tracks. If Dimitri wasn't-
No.
He had to be alive.
He had to be.
If...When I get out of here, he will be outside too. He will be waiting for me, worried sick of course, but totally unharmed. I would run to him, and never let go. He will be there. He had to be. If he wasn't, what was the point?
No. Don't think like that. Just get out. Then worry about everything else. Our baby needs me. I started running again and I had lost count of what floor I was on. It didn't matter; I had to be close now. Ten floors later, and I was out. At last.
I was greeted by a swarm of paramedics and fire-fighters, but they ran straight past me. I carried on, looking for Dimitri. I was so preoccupied with my search that I almost didn't notice Abigail running up to me. She threw her arms around me and started sobbing.
"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry Bella...I'm so-"
"What is it Abi? Why are you apologising? What's wrong?" It was a stupid question, I know but I didn't understand why she was saying sorry.
She looked up at me funny, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me outside. I was relieved to get into the fresh air after the claustrophobic stairwell, but I was met with a sight of devastation. There were people everywhere. Some were from the city, coming to get a closer look. Some were from the building, covered in dust and rubble. Most were crying. Scrap that, all were crying. I was brought back to earth when Abi put her hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes and said,
"Bella, the plane went straight into the building. It hit floors 99 to 93. The fires are raging from the 87th floor upwards and no one can get in or out. Bella, I'm so sorry-" He voice broke with the last bit, and she started sobbing again.
Time froze.
99 to 93.
Dimitri was on the 98th. No one could get past the 87th.
No.
No.
No.
He can't be.
He had to have made it out.
Yes, he must be ali-
He said he was in his office.
When I texted him, he said he was in his office.
On the 98th floor.
I didn't realise it, but I had been backing away from Abi. I hit the wall of the cafe opposite and I sank to me knees.
The pain that ripped through me was indescribable, a hundred times worse than with Edward.
I was a widow.
At 24, I was a widow.
And then a thought hit me and it made me feel physically sick.
I was 24, and a single mother.
Dimitri had never known he was going to be a father.
My baby will never know its dad. Never be able to play football in the park, or play princesses and fairies. On father's day, when everyone else is celebrating with their dads, my baby wouldn't.
I was alone. Pregnant, and alone.
My husband was dea...
My husband was...
My husband...
Dimitri
And that's when the world went black.
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